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crossing_lostrpGeorge was splashing around in the surf with Carlos. Again.
Amanda watched them with ill-concealed jealousy. Rose glanced at her, pausing in her preparation of fish stew for today's lunch. "Why do you do this to yourself, girl?" she asked. "There's lot of attractive men around here."
Amanda didn't bother to answer. She just continued chopping up fruit with more force than was strictly necessary. She looked up again. Carlos was teaching George to body surf. Amanda laughed mirthlessly as George tumbled head over heels and disappeared in a breaker.
They'd gone for a swim every day before lunch for the last three days. It was always the same. They spent all morning together, either playing grab ass while pretending to teach George to fight or disappearing into the jungle. Supposedly they were foraging or setting and checking snares, but Amanda knew they were screwing around out there.
Then they'd come back grinning like idiots, usually with something in hand to justify their disappearance. They'd go swimming (more grab ass), eat lunch, and then they'd disappear again for a siesta. Amanda snorted. ("Siesta" my cute little ass!)
"Why're they out there playing in the ocean while I'm stuck here," Amanda muttered. She was talking to herself, but Rose answered anyhow--apparently she found it impossible not to stick her nose into everyone else's business.
"They've been doing their share since the first day here," Rose said. "Or since Carlos joined us, in his case. If they want to take some time to relax, they've earned it." Her voice hardened. "Your friend Shannon has spent a lot more time relaxing with a lot less justification, if you ask me."
"I didn't ask you," Amanda snapped.
"No, I guess you didn't," Rose said with aggravating calm.
Amanda snuck a glance at Rose. She continued to methodically prepare the fish. "I just...don't understand what he sees in Toilet Seat Girl," Amanda said.
Rose paused, knife upraised. She looked at Amanda in surprise. "What?"
Amanda feigned surprise. "Oh, didn't you know? George claims to have been killed by a falling toilet seat. Now she's undead or something and she sees dead people, like that kid in The Sixth Sense. Or so she says. Just goes to show far some people will go for attention, I guess."
Rose blinked and glanced out at George, who was sputtering and wiping her face, hip deep in the surf. Amanda worked hard to control the spiteful smile she felt. She was taking great joy in spreading the story since she'd heard it this morning. Rose shook her head sadly, and Amanda smiled faintly.
"You're a pretty girl, Amanda," Rose said. "But you'd be a lot prettier if your insides matched your outsides."
OOC: I've created an icon for Amanda. Feel free to steal it.
Amanda watched them with ill-concealed jealousy. Rose glanced at her, pausing in her preparation of fish stew for today's lunch. "Why do you do this to yourself, girl?" she asked. "There's lot of attractive men around here."
Amanda didn't bother to answer. She just continued chopping up fruit with more force than was strictly necessary. She looked up again. Carlos was teaching George to body surf. Amanda laughed mirthlessly as George tumbled head over heels and disappeared in a breaker.
They'd gone for a swim every day before lunch for the last three days. It was always the same. They spent all morning together, either playing grab ass while pretending to teach George to fight or disappearing into the jungle. Supposedly they were foraging or setting and checking snares, but Amanda knew they were screwing around out there.
Then they'd come back grinning like idiots, usually with something in hand to justify their disappearance. They'd go swimming (more grab ass), eat lunch, and then they'd disappear again for a siesta. Amanda snorted. ("Siesta" my cute little ass!)
"Why're they out there playing in the ocean while I'm stuck here," Amanda muttered. She was talking to herself, but Rose answered anyhow--apparently she found it impossible not to stick her nose into everyone else's business.
"They've been doing their share since the first day here," Rose said. "Or since Carlos joined us, in his case. If they want to take some time to relax, they've earned it." Her voice hardened. "Your friend Shannon has spent a lot more time relaxing with a lot less justification, if you ask me."
"I didn't ask you," Amanda snapped.
"No, I guess you didn't," Rose said with aggravating calm.
Amanda snuck a glance at Rose. She continued to methodically prepare the fish. "I just...don't understand what he sees in Toilet Seat Girl," Amanda said.
Rose paused, knife upraised. She looked at Amanda in surprise. "What?"
Amanda feigned surprise. "Oh, didn't you know? George claims to have been killed by a falling toilet seat. Now she's undead or something and she sees dead people, like that kid in The Sixth Sense. Or so she says. Just goes to show far some people will go for attention, I guess."
Rose blinked and glanced out at George, who was sputtering and wiping her face, hip deep in the surf. Amanda worked hard to control the spiteful smile she felt. She was taking great joy in spreading the story since she'd heard it this morning. Rose shook her head sadly, and Amanda smiled faintly.
"You're a pretty girl, Amanda," Rose said. "But you'd be a lot prettier if your insides matched your outsides."
OOC: I've created an icon for Amanda. Feel free to steal it.
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[Carlos] Odd portent (tag George, open)
Date: 2006-05-04 09:28 pm (UTC)He snatched his hand back, blinking. One of his fingers had a bright drop of blood on it. "What--did I leave one of the knives out?"
He reached into the bag and came out with a little iron cauldron full of model tools made, as well, of iron. Hammer, toy rifle, length of broken chain...and machete, with its little point dipped in blood.
"Damn, forgot this was in here." He flexed his hand and took the cauldron out, setting it where George could get a look.
"What is it?"
"It's dedicated to Ogun, patron of soldiers. Carmen gave it to me. Said it was for protection.
"Huh," he said, after staring at it for a minute, and then kissed her and went back to work. "Maybe we can stick it near the cave entrance or something. That's traditional."
[George] Odd portent (tag Carlos, open)
Date: 2006-05-05 05:28 am (UTC)Rose and Ami were near the cookfire, working on lunch. Ripley and Faith were holding an animated conversation of some kind. Ami's body language suggested that if George were close enough she might see her blushing. Now Ripley was waving around a snakeskin triumphantly.
Farther down the beach Charlie and Harry were involved in a fistfight, rolling around in the sand. Blaise and Locke were rushing in to break it up while Mara and Tommy held a conversation not far away, seemingly oblivious to it. (Or maybe they're just ignoring it,) George thought.
The other survivors were scattered about, some working at various chores, some idle. George was surprised--pleasantly so--to notice that Amanda was nowhere in sight. (Thank God,) George thought. Her obsessive attention was becoming a real pain in the ass. George didn't feel lucky enough to hope that she'd given up her obsession, but she was grateful for the respite.
George glanced briefly at Carlos, busy with the futon. She thought about her conversation with Clarice. She looked at him again, realizing that she was feeling a little nervous around him for the first time since...ever. She toyed with the cauldron again, thinking about what she wanted to ask. Her question was the cause of her anxiety.
"So..." she said, getting his attention. "Teach me some Portugese. How do I say, 'welcome home'?"
[Carlos] Odd portent (tag George, open)
Date: 2006-05-05 06:46 pm (UTC)"'Bem-vindo'," Carlos said a little distractedly as he worked. "Though that's more a general 'welcome' that gets used a lot."
George was fidgety suddenly. He stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her. "Hey, what is it?" he asked gently.
[George] Odd portent (tag Carlos, open)
Date: 2006-05-06 02:05 am (UTC)Ironically, her efforts to distract herself were what caught his attention. Carlos paused in his labors and turned to study her for moment. "Hey, what is it?" he asked.
(What do I say now?) George wondered. She gave him a faint smile. The truth has worked well enough so far. "Uhm, I was just thinking about talking to Clarice the other night. She said it sounded like I'd need to learn Portugese. You know," George added, wondering if she looked as nervous as she felt, "if I was gonna...live in Rio."
[Carlos] Odd portent (tag George, open)
Date: 2006-05-06 03:43 am (UTC)Absently, he set the little iron pot of tools just outside the entrance to their shelter, stabilizing it by piling sand around it. "The only drawback to Rio is that there are a lot of Amanda clones there. Rich people come to show off their plastic surgeons' work at the beach a lot. I got sick of that crowd around...oh...twenty-four. I actually ended up finding a few out of the way spots on the beaches just to avoid them.
"Well, that and to screw in."
"Uh...wow. Wouldn't you be risking getting caught in a situation like that?"
He chuckled a little as he went back to stuffing the "futon". "That's part of the fun."
His head shot up suddenly and he scanned the treeline with his eyes. "Huh," he said, eyes dropping back down to his work after a few moments. /Guess it was nothing./
[George] Questions (tag Carlos, open)
Date: 2006-05-06 07:19 am (UTC)"Almost getting caught is part of the fun, huh?"
Carlos glanced up. "Well...yeah." He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "I'd love to show you sometime," he said with a lecherous grin.
George grinned back at him. She toyed with the idea for a few moments. It didn't seem like much fun to her on its own merits. (Must be part of that whole adrenaline junkie thing,) she decided. Still, Carlos hadn't steered her wrong yet. "Maybe," she admitted.
Then she felt her grin turn a little evil. "So...did you almost get caught with Ami?"
[Carlos] Questions (tag George, open)
Date: 2006-05-07 04:28 am (UTC)He shrugged, and decided he wasn't going to compromise his principles. "Honest truth, baby? I've done /that/ all of twice in my life, and both times it was pretty much a daring-ourselves-to sort of thing. I like privacy. Privacy means I can take my time and not worry about interruptions or people overhearing."
/But the whole thing with the two middle aged people and their grocery list while we were fucking behind the bushes really WAS funny as hell..../
"OK, I think this is stuffed. Lemme start sewing it up, and we'll see what we see.
"Oh, and by the way, next lesson in cane fighting is five ways to knock someone on their ass."
"Great! We're finally getting to the head-breaking parts!"
"Well, I had to teach you how to block, dodge and fall first. And counterstrikes. Truth is, going on the attack isn't often the best use of your energy. Though...it's usually the most fun."
[George] Questions (tag Carlos, open)
Date: 2006-05-07 11:12 pm (UTC)"Hey, you're the one who brought up how much fun it was almost getting caught. And now that you've confessed to your sordid past, a few questions are perfectly natural."
Then the conversation turned to cane fighting. George had found the lessons more fun than she'd expected--and not just because they played a lot of grab-ass in the process. Learning how to use a stick to whack things (or people) had been a good outlet for frustration or annoyance.
Not that she a lot of annoyance or frustration of late, thanks to Carlos' attentions. But George didn't doubt that sooner or later she'd find herself with some hostility to work off. Plus, she was looking forward to beating the Other Reaper like a drum one day.
[Carlos] Questions (tag George, open)
Date: 2006-05-08 05:12 am (UTC)"Anaiis Nin?"
"Turn of the century writer, contemporary of and lover to Henry James. One of the first widely-read female erotica writers. Great stuff, but...yeah, /her/ characters are craaaaazy."
He glanced up again. /Nah. Just the wind./
"Your arms are gonna get sore from strikes. Back too. Of course, I'm good for backrubs." He winked.
He finished sewing the side of the mat up and tied off the raffia. "Ok, here's this." He fluffed it experimentally. It rustled. "Provided a family of mice doesn't move in, I think it's good to go."
[George] Questions (tag Carlos, open)
Date: 2006-05-09 05:54 am (UTC)"After that you can show me how to break heads...before you demonstrate your mad backrub skills. Then we can try this thing out. Should be fun."
[Carlos] But Why's The Rum Gone? (tag George, open)
Date: 2006-05-09 05:44 pm (UTC)"A Starbuck's?"
He laughed a little. "No, if we're dreaming big, I want an English brewpub with an EB Games next door. But seriously. Sugarcane! It has to grow here, especially up on the hillsides." He looked around. "I mean, c'mon. Desert island, unknown danger, supernatural stuff happening every five minutes, whirlwind romance--what's missing? Rum!"